I can't take my eyes off the shy dancer
as she stands there
trying to a hide a smile
like the lone daffodil planted last autumn
before the frost
she stands alone and seems out of place
uneasiness is written all over her face
and she begins to move
with elegance and grace
and her body becomes a poem in motion
I start to swell with pushed-down emotion
and a tear runs down my cheek
as the music and movements find their peak
and I think to myself
I too long to be great
at something
I wanted to write this for a while but I didn't think I had enough to go on and it turned out I was right. Not so great, but I liked the idea of watching a shy dancer that is shy but great at the same time. I dunno. Peace out.
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